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Deference in the feeling
Really feel cathartic
Countless calories
I'm sitting heavy hearted
Really miss the days
Oh
Those Florida summers
I'm talking
Seeing daddy wit my momma
Oh
Before the trauma
Off white the Celica
I Ride passenger
Roll pass rocks ridges and coral reefs
4 wheelers in skating rinks
Play ground where we handled our beefs
Sadly it happened oftently
Rules written through poverty
I Didn't disdain
It was formative
Engraved in my brain
Not a stain
But A memory
I love
Never spiteful
Hated holding a grudge
Overzealous
Caught a buzz
from feeling loved
Nowadays
I hate
Being in touch
Paranoid
Not a soul I can trust
So It's smoke till my soul turn to dust

Hollow
Hollow
Hollow
Be thy name
But eternal
Be thy source

Bounce back
Remember
Whipping through pompano
Lights flash
Blunts passed
Chained events
Fell like dominoes
Really tho
Who am I to know
Who am I to judge
Mortal man who don't stand above
The blood that I bleed
Is the same as you
The sights that I've seen
Is irrational
So I grew
And I moved
And I loved
Turned back
Turns out
I hated who I was
Things change
Rearranged
Had a son
Seen the light
Stomach tight
Had to run
From the past
Not this present moment
Done
With all the hate
And the lies
And the drugs
Maybe not the drugs
But Shit I need em tho
Every time I go off
Seem like a free throw
Maybe I'll miss
Maybe I'll get it
One day at least
I ain't missing



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Writer(s): Nadav Brassell
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